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Lost, without a hand to hold.

20 stories · started about 15 years ago
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Lost without him

My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged ag...

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Looking Back

It was such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago. Yet for some reason she had still believed she would know t...

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Lost

When I lost my mother in the store, I was only three years old. I can't remember what happened but I still wake up in...

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The New Job

My singing was awful. Didn't matter as the audience were drunk, I could see Lorna sticking her tongue down John's thr...

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In the dark.

The lights dimmed. Mary-Rose, in her black-and-white jail-striped dress entered the stage from the left. My left, not...

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The Circle of Life

She sang. Her beautiful voice rang out through the dense smoke in the room, pushing out into the ears, minds and hear...

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Student · Really loud bass next door · Studying

7 stories · started over 16 years ago
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Parties Aren't My Thing

I sprawl out across my book-strewn bed. The window is shut tight, the words on the page are swimming, and the beat of...

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Finals

"Everyone has finals tomorrow, what the hell is he doing over there?" I yelled to Jake who was laying across the gro...

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Polysemy

"So, did your dog eat your homework?" "No... You won't believe me so it doesn't matter anyway." "You always have had ...

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Violinist · Cat · Desert Island Concert

6 stories · started over 16 years ago
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daytime dream

about 6 years ago, at the time I firstly thought about study in UK. So I prepare the ielts in Shanghai. When I finish...

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Letter from a Desert Island

He opened the letter from his cousin, reluctantly breaking open the blue air-mail envelope. Who uses old-fashioned sn...

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Walking and Thinking

The rain pounded on his jacket and head like furious warriors attempting to break the city's gates. His paced quick...

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